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Absent Are the Saints	By : VirusVescichetta Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 8230 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: If I owned Fallout...I dunno. Shit would be different. The point is, I don't. And college students don't make money, so that's out the window, too.

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It was well into evening when I got back to the saloon, most of my time during the late afternoon having been spent at a place called the Brass Lantern. It was the only place in town to get food, none of which looked particularly edible and tasted worse, but my empty stomach had decided that looks and taste didn't matter, so long as it got filled.

"Come on, you piece of shit!" Gob growled as he smacked at a radio crackling with static. "Work!"

"It isn't the radio, Gob. Galaxy News has a shit signal right now," the woman standing across the counter from him sighed. She turned at the sound of the door closing and a practised smile painted itself on her face. She was attractive, with soft features, a shapely body and short dark red hair, but there was something about her eyes that looked distressed and somehow lonesome. "Hey there, handsome. If you want something to drink, talk to Gob. If you're looking for some company, it'll cost you a hundred and twenty caps to rent a room and me."

I blinked a couple times and stared at her. A small voice in the back of my mind helpfully supplied the word "prostitute". "No thanks. I'm just here to talk to Moriarty about something," I said after a quick cough.

She shot me a smile and spun around on her heel. "Alright, but if you decide you don't want to sleep cold tonight, I'll be around," she said over her shoulder and walked off.

"To someone who's used to life in a Vault..." I began and turned slowly towards Gob. "...The outside world is kind of...fucked up."

"Kind of?" he laughed in his harsh, raspy voice. "Megaton's one of the calmest places in the Wasteland, kid. If you think this is fucked up, you need to see what's left of DC."

The small voice from before reminded me of dad's lessons on the area around the Vault. In retrospect, it occurred to me how odd it was that he taught me about the Wasteland and the ruins of Washington, DC when none of the other kids my age knew anything and the adults were extremely tight-lipped about it. It was always met with a response of "We live in the Vault and we die in the Vault. There's no need to know."

A creaking door behind Gob brought me out of my reverie. "Silver's dead," I told Moriarty when I saw him walk out of the back. I noticed that the ghoul immediately went back to work cleaning whatever dirty glasses were kicking around the bar.

He chuckled as he walked around the counter to stand before me. "Good. One less junkie out polluting the world," the man actually seemed happy about it.

"So where's my dad?" I asked again.

"I never said I'd tell you for killing her. You still have to pay me," he said with a smirk. "Three hundred caps."

My hands tightened into fists at my sides. "It was one hundred before," I bit through clenched teeth.

"But after taking that bitch's money, I know you're fuckin' loaded now," he shrugged. "Personally, I don't give a fuck if you pay me or not. Silver's dead, so I'm happy. Either you can give me the three hundred and I'll tell you where your dad is, or you can fuck off. Call me if you change your mind," he said and walked into the back room of the saloon.

I barely withheld the urge to scream and curse. It wouldn't do me any good, I knew, so I instead opted to sit down at the bar with a defeated sigh. "Why don't you just pay him the three hundred and get out of here?" Gob asked quietly.

"If I do, I won't have enough money for supplies to even go after him, unless he's just hiding in the town outside," I answered.

The ghoul looked over his shoulder quickly, then leaned in. "Look, you're a good kid and you treat me nice. Nicer than most. In the back there's a terminal where Moriarty keeps all his dirty deals and secrets. Man's a stickler for keeping track of that kind of shit," he whispered hastily. "If you can figure out the password or hack it or something, it'll probably say where your dad went. But if you get caught, you didn't hear this from me."

I looked at him, stunned. "Thank you, Gob," I muttered back.

He sighed and looked around the saloon again. "And don't tell her I told you this, but Nova knows the password. Don't know if you'll be able to get it out of her, though."

I gave him a warm, genuine smile. "Thank you," I said again. "For what it's worth, you don't deserve any of the shit you get given. You're one of the only nice people I've actually met since I left the Vault."

He looked somewhat uncomfortable with the kind words. "Yeah, well, just remember that if it all goes to Hell I didn't tell you a damn thing, smooth-skin," he muttered and went back to his perpetual cleaning.

I stood from my seat at the bar and looked over at the red-haired woman carefully eyeing the saloon. "Changed your mind?" she asked with a sly smile as I walked over.

"Actually, I was wondering if you knew anything about my dad," I said. "Middle-aged guy, people keep on saying he looks kinda like me..."

"Yeah, I saw him a couple days ago. He stopped in for all of ten minutes, said something to Moriarty and then ran off," she explained.

"Any chance you know where he went?" I asked gently. My tone was pleading.

She looked around the saloon again, though this time I could tell it was an effort to avoid looking at me. "I don't know where he went," she said and cleared her throat. "But I know how you can find out. Moriarty has a terminal where he keeps track of every major thing that happens in town, and there's no way he didn't consider your dad coming here major." She looked at the door to the back room uncertainly. "And it just so happens that I might know the password to get into the computer."

I made sure to keep my lips sealed on the fact that I already knew that. "So what's it gonna cost me to find out?" I asked matter-of-factly.

Nova actually smiled slightly. "You catch on quick, kid," she said as she looked me over. "Tell you what. You rent a room for the night and show me a good enough time, I'll tell you what you want to know."

I'm sure the look on my face was priceless. A small part of me was wary of such an offer, but compared to handing over three hundred caps to Moriarty, this deal seemed much more in my favour. "Considering my other options, this certainly does seem like the most beneficial course of action for me."

Her smile widened. "So glad we can agree on this," she said sweetly. "Give me my caps and we'll head up to your room and get started." She spoke of it in a very businesslike manner, like it was just another transaction. I mused that, at the heart of the matter, it really was. I was one more customer for her who happened to be getting more out of the experience than just sex.

"That might take a minute," I chuckled in light embarrassment and gestured to the jingling sack at my waist. "A hundred and twenty is a lot to count out."

"Start keeping them in a bunch of smaller bags. It makes it easier," she advised as she turned and started up the stairs.

"...That's quite the novel idea," I muttered as I followed, digging into my caps as I walked. I had gotten just under four hundred from Silver's place and had spent about twenty on food at the Brass Lantern. A voice in the back of my mind told me to keep better track of my money.

A small bag landed at my feet when I entered the room. It was an awkward proposition to pick it up and pour in the fifty caps I'd already taken out of my own bag but I managed and quickly filled it up with the rest. "Good boy," Nova chuckled quietly. "Now come here before I start to feel like you don't think much of me."

I walked over to where she was standing beside the large bed silently. I couldn't look at her for much longer than a couple seconds before glancing away nervously. I was no virgin, but there was something about the idea of having sex with a complete stranger that made me shift uncomfortably under my armoured jumpsuit.

"Is this your first time?" she asked, sounding rather amused.

I shook my head and answered a simple "No." I hesitated for a moment before continuing. "It's just...every other time was with someone I actually knew, I guess. You're...well, not to offend, but you're kind of a stranger to me."

She laughed and I glanced away nervously again. She reached up and turned my chin to make me face her again. "You're sweet," she said. "Tell you what. I don't let most of my customers kiss me, but if it'll help make you a bit more comfortable, I'll make an exception for you."

"Okay," I said over the sound of blood crashing in my ears. Nova smiled again, laced her fingers through my short and messy black hair and pulled me down to kiss her. Without thinking about it my hands came to rest at her lower back, something she seemed to find amusing, judging by the way her smile grew against my lips.

The kiss started slow and downright sensual, but a combination of nervousness and excitement made me press harder against her and turn the kiss more aggressive. Still, she didn't seem to mind, and gave just as good as she got. Fingers tightened in my hair and her tongue invaded my mouth to coax mine into action.

Shaky fingers roughly unzipped her jacket and pulled it open. Her own hand mimicked the action on my jumpsuit, though she seemed somewhat disappointed to find my chest covered by a plain white tee shirt. She pulled back and pushed the jumpsuit off my shoulders. "That has to go," she gestured to the outfit hanging off my arms.

"Uh, sure," I muttered hastily and all but hopped out of the suit and my shoes. Although it was a bit of a struggle to get it off my left arm because of the Pip-Boy there. I lamented that I had never paid attention to how to actually remove the thing. It wasn't as though it just slid off.

Nova seemed to enjoy the sight of me standing before her in nothing but boxers and a tee shirt. Through the tank top beneath her jacket I could see her hardened nipples straining to get out. She followed my gaze and looked down at her breasts and a smirk split her face. She wordlessly divested herself of her jacket and shirt and seemed quite happy to reveal her lack of a bra.

"Glad you like what you see," I didn't have to look down to know what she was referring to. I could feel my erection trying desperately to break free of its cotton prison. Nova sat down on the bed and slid gracefully away from me to its opposite side. "Now how about you come and get it?"

Even though it took a moment to get my body to move, I really didn't have to be asked twice. A thought crossed my mind that I should say something witty and seductive, but then a much more powerful thought hit me that this wasn't some trashy romance novel and I'd probably just end up stumbling over words and making an ass of myself.

I didn't bother trying to make my movements seem graceful or sensual. I simply moved over to her, steadied myself on one arm and went back to kissing her. Our tongues resumed their dance as a hand calloused by years of random maintenance work gripped at her breast. She let a pleased moan out against my lips when my hand squeezed and kneaded her pliant flesh. I rolled her nipple gently between my fingers and elicited a slightly louder noise of pleasure from her.

We broke apart only long enough for her to pull my tee shirt off. I was grateful that the computer attached to my arm didn't cause any issues with it. Her fingers pressed into the muscles of my back. Nails dug into skin. The pain brought everything sharply into focus. A low growl escaped my throat and I pulled away from Nova's lips to attack her so far neglected breast with my mouth. I was surprised at the sounds I made but I was long past caring.

Heavy pants and quiet moans issued from the woman below me as I continued my assault on her breasts. I experimented constantly, always curious about which spots produced the best noises from her mouth. I learned that she enjoyed it most when I scraped my teeth along her aureola and then laved the area with gentle strokes of my tongue and when I massaged a small spot on the underside of her breast with my thumb.

"God dammit, I'm fucking soaked," she groaned and I glanced down to her fingers working at her clothed groin.

Heated lust overtook me completely and I all but threw her hand out of the way. Her panties slid down her legs with little resistance, though I left it to her to finish kicking them off when I dove into the apex of her thighs. My tongue flicked across the hard nub I found there and a finger slid into her with ease, aided greatly by the fluids nearly gushing out of her. Within seconds I had slid in another finger to join the first and was pumping them for all I was worth. "Fuck," she panted when my lips sealed around her clit and gave it a hard suck.

Despite all conscious thought having left me long since, the analytical part of my mind that I always had a hard time turning off marvelled at how neatly she had kept herself trimmed, as well as how clean she seemed to be. It stood to reason that in a post-nuclear wasteland personal hygiene wouldn't be the highest priority, but maybe that was a different story when it was this was a job. It wouldn't do to get a customer sick, after all.

I growled irritably at my own mental tangent, banishing the distracting thoughts and focusing wholeheartedly on the task at hand. Apparently I had been lost in my own head for longer than I thought since it seemed that mere seconds later I had Nova's fingers knotted tightly in my hair and holding my face so hard against her sex I thought she might intend to crush me into her. Harsh screams tore from her throat and that damned voice popped up again to tell me that others could probably hear us. I didn't care in the slightest.

She suddenly pulled me up to her face by my hair, kissing me hungrily as though desperate to taste herself on my tongue. I happily obliged, sliding the slick, tired organ into her mouth. She began to suck on it greedily. The sensation brought forth an appreciative groan that grew much louder as I felt a hand wrap tightly around my throbbing member. Evidently she had managed to remove my boxers without me noticing.

Her fist began pumping at a maddening pace. I couldn't tell if she was simply excited or genuinely wanted me to orgasm before even entering her. Regardless I had to physically grab her wrist to stop her. "I swear, if you don't fuck me right now..." she began, though her sentence was cut off by a loud moan as I began to do just that.

I slid in easily, though once inside I was almost overwhelmed by the sensation of her tight pussy wrapped around me. She felt hot and wet and unbelievably horny and it was as though her arousal seeped into me through her sex. Not that I really needed any more.

A heartbeat later I was pounding into her with reckless abandon, rushing hurriedly toward the climax her hand had nearly brought mere moments ago. It suddenly seemed impossibly far off and the analytical voice I was still trying to shut up suggested that was probably a good thing. After all, she had said that she would only tell me what I wanted to know if I showed her a good enough time. By her screwed shut eyes, open mouth and wordless screamed I assumed I was doing a satisfactory job thus far.

Assorted curses began to spill from her mouth and I could tell that she was close to reaching her second end. The walls of her heated core began to tighten rhythmically around me and a smirk split my face as a devious thought crossed my mind. I stopped suddenly, an action that took every ounce of willpower in my body to perform. Her mouth hung open as she sucked in air greedily, though her eyes quickly narrowed into a glare. She looked about ready to shout something profane at me when I resumed fucking her with all the strength I could muster. My thumb pressed into her clitoris at the same time, and a brief moment later she was enjoying another orgasm.

I was close. Incredibly close. But that voice I had been trying since the start supplied the idea of an accidental pregnancy and the thought scared me so shitless I pulled out as though she had suddenly burned me. Before I could finish myself, though, Nova pretty much tackled me down and took my hard cock into her mouth. Her hand worked my shaft as her head bobbed up and down with a speed I didn't think should be possible. The feeling was unreal and I forcefully held off my climax for as long as I could to extend the sensation. I probably lasted for about ten seconds before I was emptying myself into her mouth and throat.

I fell back onto the bed and gasped air into my burning lungs. A sticky layer of sweat covered both our bodies, though Nova's actually seemed to have started running down her neck in tiny droplets. "So, was that a good enough time?" I chuckled breathlessly and sat up with weak, shaky muscles. I watched her throat flex for a second and realized she had just swallowed the load I had shot into her mouth. "Oh, fuck," I muttered quietly and looked away.

"I can't feel my fucking legs. I'd say it was good enough," I caught her smirk out of the corner of my eye. "The password's in my pants pocket. Grab it whenever you want."

I nodded, swung my weak legs over the edge of the bed and lifted the clothing with my foot. A quick search through the pockets discovered a small slip of paper with "lotsacaps" scrawled in surprisingly neat handwriting. "That's a terrible password," I noted aloud. "Not that it surprises me. The guy's a miserly prick."

"I know," I heard Nova laugh quietly behind me, though there wasn't much humour in it. "Hey...how old are you, kid?"

I stuck the paper into a pocket of my jumpsuit and made my way up to the head of the bed to collapse next to the red-haired woman. "...Nineteen," I answered uncertainly.

"No shit?" she groaned. "I think that's a new record for me."

"As long as it isn't a record for oldest, I think you're okay." This time when she laughed, I was pleased to hear some real mirth to it.

A/N: Gratuitous sex? Gratuitous sex. Part of me was tempted to make this chapter longer, but that would've ruined the pacing. I'd rather start another chapter here that's more focused on real character development and plot. The sex would feel even more out of place if I tacked that onto the end of this one, I think. Does the sex feel out of place here? The story is decidedly adult. Maybe it isn't out of place (random tangents for the win). The one break from reality that I'm going to stick with is the one involving caps. The capacity for caps will rarely, if ever, be mentioned directly, because carrying 50+ gets ridiculous. Don't ask why I had that many bottlecaps on me at once. It took a long time and a lot of Stewart's root beer, which is, incidentally, the second-tastiest beverage invented by man (the first is chocolate milk, FYI). I encourage any of you readers to leave a review, either about this story or the deliciousness of chocolate milk. At the very least it will confuse the fuck out of new readers before they get here. Might even inspire someone to read the story.
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